Page 101 of Strictly Business

When Ethan first told me he wanted to open a sex club, I thought it would be a loud and flashy strip club, but this is nothing of the sort.

Shadows and Silk is unassuming, sleek with no sign to mark it. Just a glossy black door with a keypad and a waiting list longer than the population of California.

Everyone wants to be a member of S&S but only some get invited. And being the best friend of the owner has some advantages.

I tap the keycard against it, and it beeps before swinging open.

The sounds hit us first. The air is humming with noises of pleasure—gasps, moans, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

Amara’s grip on my hand tightens as we walk in deeper, the smell of sex, sweat and something faintly floral filling the room. It’s dark inside, lit with soft red and gold lighting, but I know Amara can see the scene in front of us very clearly by the way she sucks in a breath.

A crowd gathers to watch a woman, tied up and spread open while two men share her, one thrusting into her mouth, while the other fucks her pussy.

“What… What is this?”

I glance down at her, a smirk curling my lips. “This is Shadows and Silk,” I inform her. “An exclusive sex club.”

“You’ve… been here before?” she asks, her voice hushed as her eyes widen.

“A few times,” I admit with a nod. “I used to come here occasionally when I needed to blow off some steam.”

Her head snaps toward me. “You did?” She glances at the other side of the room when the woman moans loudly and I smirk, watching her take in the sight around us. Bodiesintertwined, couples bent over furniture, women tied and gagged, men groaning as they sink deep into willing partners.

“I liked to watch,” I tell her, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Her breath catches, her body going stiff as I curl my hand around her waist, pulling her into me. “Just like you’re doing now. I like to see a woman consumed by pleasure. To hear her. To watch her partner take her apart, piece by piece.”

Her lips part, a soft breath escaping when I circle my hand around her neck, tightening ever so slightly.

“Or punish her,” I add, testing the waters.

Her eyes flick to mine, and there’s a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe even desire—before she looks away, her fingers curling tighter around mine.

I guide her further in, weaving through the crowd. Amara’s gaze snags on a woman pleasuring herself in the center of a group, her cries echoing as she sinks two fingers into her slick pussy. The people around her watch her climax with undeniable hunger.

Her eyes slide to the two women on the ground, one with her back on the floor, while the other is on top, her hand wrapped around her neck as they grind their pussies together.

Amara’s hand grows slick in mine as I guide her deeper into the club. She pauses to watch a group of men lining up to empty their loads into a willing bottom, her lips parting at the sight.

She was so innocent when I first got my hands on her, didn’t even know how she liked to have her pussy eaten and yet here she is now, curious, hungry,intrigued.

My lips twitch as I open the door and pull her into a playroom, guiding her inside before closing the door behind us. The room is dim, lit only by a few sconces on the walls, casting soft, shadowy light. It’s enough to obscure everyone’s identities while still allowing people to watch.

“Where are we?” she whispers.

“We’re in a group playroom,” I tell her, leading her toward the back. “This is where couples can fuck while other people watch.”

Her eyes widen as she watches a man grip a petite woman by the waist, driving into her with slow, deep thrusts. Amara freezes, utterly hypnotized.

I stop too, but my attention isn’t on the couple. It’s on her. Her breathing, her chest rising and falling faster with each second that passes. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I see her nipples harden, and I clench my jaw, fighting the groan that wants to slip out.

“Are you turned on?” I whisper, my hands skimming over the curves of her hips, feeling the heat of her skin beneath the dress.

She stiffens at my touch, but then, almost imperceptibly, she nods.

“You like watching him wreck her pussy?” I ask, my lips skimming her jaw. “You like watching his big cock push inside her tight pussy? Hmm, baby?” My hands slowly run down her body, feeling every inch of her as I slide them down to grip her thighs, feeling her soft skin warm and supple beneath my fingertips. She nods, sucking in a breath.

“Good.” My lips brush her ear as my fingers slide down, bunching the hem of her dress. “Because I’m going to make sure everyone in this room knows how gorgeous you look when you come.”

My fingers tease the edge of her dress, lifting it higher as her breath hitches, sharp and audible over the low hum of music and murmured conversations. Her hands clutch at my arm, nails digging into the fabric of my jacket as I trail my touch along the smooth skin of her thigh. “Open your legs for me, Amara,” I rasp, my free hand gripping her thigh firmly, urging her to part for me.

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